Sonet 2.

Playnlie I write because I will write true
If euer Marie but the Virgin were
Meete in the realme of heauen a crowne to beare
I as my creed belieue that it is yow.

And soe the world this Ile and age shall rue
The bloud and fire was shed and kindled heere
When woemen of youre name the croune did beare
And youre high worth not crownd with honour due

But god which meant for rebell fayth and sin
His foes to punish and his owne to trye
Would not youre sacred name imploy therein

For good and bad he would should yow adore
Which neuer any burnt but with youre eye
And maketh them yow punish loue yow more